The first thing I tried to do when I woke up was rub the sleep from my eyes. Two silk scarves, which bound my wrists to the headboard prevented me from moving my hands more than a few inches. I had forgotten that I had fallen asleep that way.

"Well, look who's up," I heard you whisper softly, "How is my boy this morning?"

I looked over at you, sitting on the other side of the bed, smiling, reading a magazine.

You rolled over, putting the magazine down and slowly drew the covers off of my body, revealing my chest, then my stomach, and finally the buldge between my legs, trapped inside a pair of pink, satin panties.

You hand rested on it, "So, how's my cock feeling this morning?" you asked.

I squirmed at your touch. "Your cock is aching, Ma'am," I answered.

"Awww, is it?" you asked playfully, slowly letting your fingers slide along the satin, making grow harder, strain against its satin covering.

"And," I started, my face blushing slightly.

"Yes, pet. What is it?" you asked, still gently teasing me with your hand, making sure to linger on the spots you knew from experience caused me the more intense sensations.

I looked over at the nightstand, seeing the empty glass, recalling how you had me drink glass after glass of water before bed.

"I, um," I paused again. "I really need to pee."

"OK," you said, smiling, your stroking growing in speed and intensity.

I tugged slightly at my bound wrists, looking over at you.

Your hand moved from between my legs to my stomach, where you pressed down slightly, giggling.

"Oh, Mistress, please, I really need to go," I pleaded.

You smiled and returned your hand to its methodical stroking, "I told you that's OK with me."

"You have to untie me first," I pointed out.

You smiled and looked into my eyes and slowly shook your head, a grin creeping across your face. Your hand smoothed over my belly, pressing slightly, "Mmmmmmm," you said, "You really are full, aren't you?"

I looked at you, pleading now with my eyes. I whimpered slightly as you pressed.

You looked deep into my eyes, "Just so you know, David, I am not planning to untie you for another few hours."

"Mistress," I protested, "I'll never be able to hold it that long."

"And who's problem is that?" you asked.

My heart started to race and my breathing grew shallow. I tugged at my wrists, which only seemed feel more securely bound with each tug.

"Please Ma'am," I begged, "please don't make me do this?"

"Do what?" you asked, feigning innocent.

"Make me hold it," I said blushing.

"I don't think that is what you are worried about, now is it David?" you asked, as I squirmed uncomfortably on the bed.

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

You touched my cheek and smiled, "Are you going to wet your panties for Mistress, David?"

"Oh, God, No," I whimpered, "Please."

We sat in silence, you stroking me causing me to ache unbearably, while I continued to whimper, slowly feeling myself slip into a deeper and deeper state of submission.

Almost without warning, I felt it, a small trickle. I looked down to see a large, dark spot forming on the panties.

You looked at me, bit your lip and laughed softly.

I tried one last time, "Pleeeeease," I begged, "please let me use the toilet."

"Awww, is my pet going to pee his panties?" you teased.

I nodded, my face turning red.

The pressure grew and grew, until finally, I relaxed and let go, my pee soaking through my panties. I looked up and briefly caught your eyes, looking down at me, laughing, delighted at my predicament.

As the damp spot grew, you said loudly, pretending to be shocked, "My God, David! What are you doing?"

I turned away, filled with embarrassment.

"David! Answer me!" you commanded.

"I couldn't hold it, Mistress, I'm sorry," I said, nearly in tears.

"Oh David," you teased, "what a messy, sissyboy you are. If you ruined those pretty panties, I'm going to have to take it out on your backside."

"Yes Mistress," I said softly, filled with embarrassment.

When I had finished, you leaned down and whispered into my ear, "And in just five more minutes I was going to untie you."